" So you decided to give me a 'show and tell'? I'm sorry I screwed up your schedule, but I was done shopping and I wanted to get home to spend some ti...me with you. I didn't expect you to have your boyfriend over."I leaned forward to look her in the face. "Sherry, I know this is a lot to absorb, but at least give him a chance." How the Hell would you know what I'm trying to absorb and why should I give him a chance?" I was married before," I answered, "and my wife had to deal with this same. That threat could have actually been completely serious if Rocco was mad enough.But it was getting harder to keep my drinking hidden. I had taken to keeping bottles of vodka in the trunk of the car, and sneaking out to grab a pint and stashing it in my purse, pouring some from it when Sherri was not looking. More than once I even had her drive me home from work, saying I had a headache or was too tired to drive. When in reality I was so bombed I could not safely drive.The surprise though was. She then undress and hung up the chosen dress, coming up behind her he cupped those melons of tits and began to rub into that forest of hair at her groin; she rested against him enjoying the sensations. Suddenly she reached behind her and grabbed his now restored cock and squeezed it, quickly turning she whispered. "I suck it now". Such and invitation was not to be ignored and in seconds his cock was free. She grabbed it and slowly, ever so slowly inch after inch disappeared into her willing. Amy puffed her cheeks and blew out a frustrated sigh as she returned to her book. Sometimes it felt like everyone was having sex but her. The plane landed at Charles de Gaulle airport on time, and she made her way through customs, then luggage collection, and finally out onto the street. Outside the air was biting cold, sharp even. The sky overcast, but flawless. It took her barely a minute to hail a taxi down, and as she settled into the warm back seat of the Mercedes C-Class, the driver.